Chapter 41: A Private Prom

My side healed up quickly. The stitches were removed in ten days. My sister liked the 'sexy' scar that was left behind. Kim and Stacy, were of the same mind. They said it gave me a 'bad boy' flare to my image.

My private prom with Jane was coming up, and I didn't know what to do, exactly. 'Go to a nice restaurant for dinner', was easy. Afterwards, is what had me stumped. Jane would want to go to dancing, I was sure. I finally decided to try and find a restaurant that had both dinner, and dancing. Then I needed to learn how to dance.

I signed us up for dance lessons. They taught everything from swing, to the tango. I just paid for the full course. I knew Jane would love it. She likes to dance, and is always making me spin around with her. I always felt clumsy next to her, and thought maybe lessons would change that.

We pulled up outside the dance studio, and Jane looked at me, surprised. I had not told her where we were going.

"Brett? What are we doing, here?"

"Come on," I got out, and walked up to the door.

Jane hastily caught up. I opened the door for her, with a jingle from the bell tied to the handle. I walked to the little window, and waited for somebody to come. A woman, probably in her fifties, owned the place. She and her husband, along with some other instructors, gave the lessons. I signed us up for seven private sessions, along with some group ones.

The owner came out and greeted us.

"Hi. I'm Cynthia," she said, as she shook our hands.

"I'm Brett, and this is Jane."

"You ready to start?"

"I am. How about it, Jane?"

Jane just jumped up in my arms, and gave me a passionate kiss. I knew she would be excited. I was glad I had not told Cynthia that she was my sister.

Cynthia laughed and said, "That is a definite yes, if I ever saw one."

I set Jane down, and she blushed.

Cynthia just laughed some more, and said, "Follow me."

Taking Jane's hand; I followed Cynthia into a big room with hardwood floors, and a mirror covering one whole wall. Cynthia had on a leotard, and a skirt. Jane and I were dressed in jeans, and t-shirts.

"You didn't tell me what you wanted to learn first, so have you made up your mind yet?"

"Jane? It's your choice."

"Um, I dunno. How much time do we have?"

"Your boyfriend signed you both up for seven private, and seven group."

We both smiled when she called me 'boyfriend', and Jane said, "Then let's start with the basics."

"Brett told me that you were a great dancer already. What do you know?"

"Oh, I just know the stuff my friends showed me. Nothing fancy."

"And you sir?"

"Err, just what she has shown me."

"Okay, then. Let's start with a waltz."

The hour went by quickly, and Cynthia said she was very happy with our progress. If we practiced at home, and got some confidence, we could use the lesson time to learn new stuff.

As we left, she asked, "Normally, most younger couples are a little awkward around each other. You two are not. How long have you been together?"

She did not sound the least bit confrontational or bothered, just curious.

I simply told her, "We have known each other pretty much all our lives."

"Well you two make excellent dance partners."

"Thanks," Jane said.

"Yeah, thanks. Everybody watches her, and doesn't notice my two left feet!"

"Oh, pooh! You do fine. A great dancer enhances his partner's grace and beauty. And you, my boy, do that. All men feel clumsy and club footed around a woman, on the dance floor. You are no different."

As we drove home, Jane went on about our lesson. She loved it.

"Stop by the music store. I want to get something to practice to."

"I guess..." I told her, teasing.

"Oh, shut up! Anyway, you know dancing makes me horny."

Playfully I stomped on the gas, and accelerated.

"That got your attention!"

I slowed back to normal.

"No need to rush," I said. "I just remembered. Everything makes you horny."

Jane smacked me on the arm, with a very fake cry of outrage.

"Beast!"

"Grr!"

She smacked me again.

"Hey, now! Admit it. You're horny right now, aren't you?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Look at me."

She looked into my eyes. I could see in her eyes, and knew in my gut, that she was. There was nothing in her face that gave it away, other than maybe dilated pupils. I leaned over, faking that I was smelling her for something. I was smelling her for certain, but just because I liked to, and I knew it got to her. She smelled good. A hint a sweat, and fresh air, along with traces of her shampoo. Her smell made me horny.

Leaning back I said confidently, "Oh, yeah. You would jump my bones in a heartbeat, if you could."

"You wish," she said, trying not to smile.

"Then I suppose you are just cold then," I said, as I ran the back of my fingers over her hardened nipples.

That got me an involuntary shiver from her.

"It is kind of chilly," she said, blushing.

I took her hand in mine and rolled it over, making a big production of checking her pulse. It seemed fast to me.

"Your heart is racing."

"That's from your driving."

"I bet you're wet. Should I check?"

"No!"

She looked around the parking lot, anxiously.

"Then how about a quick peek?"

"NO! I bet you're hard!" she countered.

"Yup. I am as hard as a rock. I am going to take you, and make hot passionate wild love to you, until you moan and beg me to stop."

Jane just looked at me with lust in her eyes. I'll bet she would have fucked me right there, if I wanted. I just got out of the Jeep, as cooly and calmly as I could manage, and started to walk up to the front of the store. I heard Jane running behind me, and braced myself for the leap onto my back, that I knew was coming.

Jane landed on my back. I reached back to lock my hands under her ass, stealing feels, and holding her up.

Her hands went around my neck, and onto my chest, as she whispered in my ear, "I love you. You get me so hot! I almost can't stand it."

"I love you, too. And I'm about ready to burst into flames, myself."

At home, we moved stuff around in the living room, and danced. It was very sexual. We did not grind against each other, but the looks and caresses we shared, were intense. Our practice ended up in our room, with Jane bouncing up and down on my lap.

The next day after school, I had another surprise for my sister. I pulled up at a store, to go dress shopping, and Jane squealed in excitement. It surprised me. My sister does not squeal. At least it was not a drawn out thing; just a quick exclamation, and a hot kiss. Jane was definitely looking forward to our night out, more than I had guessed.

Inside, we were a little overwhelmed. A dress for a prom did not seem appropriate. After we wandered around for a while, a saleswoman caught us. She was very helpful, and promptly steered us to a different section: evening gowns, and cocktail dresses. These were much more sexy, and mature. Nothing frilly or pastel was there. Lots of black dresses, with low cut backs, were in abundance. Jane tried a few on. She decided on a little black one, that was just above the knees, and had spaghetti straps. She had just the right amount of curves, to look like a million bucks in it, I thought. The saleswoman gave her approval, as well.

I had to wait outside on a bench, when she went into another store. She wanted to get some new lingerie, to go with her new dress. I was informed it stopped being underwear, when it was silky and sexy. I did not argue. Silky and sexy are great, but I like white and cotton, too.

Our dance lessons turned out to be lots of fun. Our teacher was very enthusiastic. She told us that it was very enjoyable to teach two people so in love, and so comfortable with each other. She said that neither one of us got embarrassed, or shy, in front of the other. Or when we were trying something new, and making fools of ourselves. It also helped that we both moved well.

By the time we were in our group lessons; Jane and I were having fun doing waltzes, tango's, and some swing. Our group class was mostly older couples. A few couples were just there to learn how, for their weddings. Jane and I were very popular when we switched partners. I was told many times how handsome I was, and Jane said most of the men told her she was beautiful. I agreed.

It was the big night. I got a recommendation from Cynthia for a restaurant, and had reservations. In the freshly washed Jeep I had stashed a couple blankets; along with some citronella candles, and isomats. I was in a suit, which Jane had helped me buy. She picked it out, and I had to admit it looked nice. This whole night was going to cost us more than we normally spent in over six months, but I felt we deserved it.